Throw Rocks

A hundred years been sleeping on me

A hundred years they’ve dreaming that same old dream

I guess I’m not real then,

I guess it’s not real.

 

Your privilege, my secrets

Eat me up til the morning I don’t wake

Your privilege, my new edge

Cut me up til the morning I don’t wake

Throw rocks at the glass ceiling maybe it will break

 

Yesterday you said something to me

You wanna tell them just what it sounded like

Bark your words, but you gonna eat em up when

You wanna eat right out of my hands

 

Your privilege, my secrets

Eat me up til the morning I don’t wake

Your privilege, my new edge

Cut me up til the morning I don’t wake

I throw rocks at the glass ceiling maybe it will break

 

Call me anything

Call me everything

Cause your words don’t mean nothing

When I have rocks to throw

And make sure you don’t call me tomorrow

 

Your privilege, my secrets

Eat me up til the morning I don’t wake

Your privilege, my new edge

Cut me up til the morning I don’t wake

I throw rocks at the glass ceiling maybe it will break